The massive huttsese pleasure yacht skimmed peacefully, across the dune se passing quickly over the mountains of hot sand as the miserable heat from miserable heat that the Taooine’s twin suns scorched the planet. Protected in the ships cool cabin, Jabba and his entourage celebrated a successful pod-race, drinking ,smoking, and entertaining themselves with Jabba’s many slave girls.
Jabba himself sat atop of his dais his back against the windows that filtered the bright natural light into the dim cabin, enjoying the company of his own persona slave… Aayla. She lounged in the shade of his girth, laying gin the small pile of cushions that took up the limited space on the dais that Jabba did not, slowly stroking the slimy length of her master’s cock. Her small soft hands moved up and down the engorged phallus, feeling it swell larger at her expert touch. Her other hand gently fondled Jabba’s mammoth testicles, slowly building up the hutt jism she knew she would be drinking soon.
Reluctantly she brought the tip up to her lips giving it a gentle kiss, something after months of service in the harem would please her master. Aayla felt the hutt’s body rumble against and looked up to Jabba grotesquely grinning down at her, his tongue swiping suggestively across his chin.
Aayla had to turn away to hide her disgust but Jabba didn‘t seem to notice and briefly moved his attentions elsewhere and Aayla resumed massaging his glands. She knew that she should she feel pleasure and even pride at having excited her master but for some reason she still felt shame and disgust each time the ruthless creature used her body. Aayla knew something was wrong wit her, the reason why her uncle had wanted to get rid of her, but she still could not understand what it was.
Jabba’s cock now rock hard in her hands, Aayla was ready to begin her fellation, when she felt someone staring at her. Normally she would pay such attention no mind as Jabba‘s guest often stared longingly at her, but this was different. It was as if she could feel the presence of this person and there was something familiar about it that she could not place.
Aayla spun her head around, and sifted through the crowd until her eyes caught a robed figure, face darkened beneath its hood intently watching her. She looked back and as the watcher lifted his head Aayla saw a gold colored scar slashed horizontally across his face. She felt a shiver run down her spin in recognition and tried to look closer, struggling to remember where she new this person from. Jabba’s booming voice suddenly came from behind her. “Distracted are we?” The hutt lord rumbled “Perhaps I should feed another one of my girls and let you go hungry for today?”
Aayla turned and saw the annoyance in her master’s face, and fearing punishment shook her head and begged him to reconsider. “Please master, your slut needs your cum. Allow her to drink it.. Please”
Jabba smiled at her obedience and nodded his head, and hoping to make him forget her lack of enthusiasm Aayla immediately wrapped her mouth around her master’s cock. Slurping and licking the foul pole that filled her mouth, Aayla gave one glance back at the crowd. To her disappointment the hooded figure was gone and she berated herself for allowing herself to be distracted by something that probably meant nothing.
Putting the images of the stranger behind her Aayla refocused on what should be important, deep throating her master. After a few minutes Aayla sat smiling up at her master, her mouth dripping with his cum, happy to have pleased him. Just as she should be.
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